A Childrens Novel by Claire Thixton
Ilustrated by Thomas Szewczyk
Snuggled deep in a Polish town called Lublin,
was a tiny little house at the end of Mudblin.
Merely a story tall, hardly nothing at all,
and yet the Adamski's had always loved it.
There was Mister Adamski, the one who fixed shoes.
He sewed them, and glued them, and made new ones too.
And Misses Adamski, she cleaned up the house,
then grew veggies in spring, and picked them all out.
There was one little girl who lived with them there;
her name was Minka, with deep auburn hair.
She played round the house, with her doll and her cat,
never going outside, "there was no need for that!".
The world was not fair here most of the time,
and the youngest Adamski did not understand why.
Her family kept her safe, gave her comfort & warmth,
but hardly ever did she go out that large wooden door.
Then early one evening after a family dinner,
filled with vegetables saved just for the winter.
Minka sat by her mother as she stitched to her coat,
a light yellow star, that they were told "had to show."
"But why?" asked Minka, as her mother stitched more,
to her fathers and her own coats that they wore.
And Misses Adamski's head shook in reply,
"Don't worry sweet girl, it will pass in time."
Now a child’s questions unanswered is a terrible thing,
for curiosity springs from the hole that it brings.
And Minka was determined just to find out,
what staying indoors was really about.
So late that night, after tucked into bed,
she threw off the covers from over her head.
"If mother won't tell me what this is about,
I'll go on my own, so I can find out!"
She rolled off the bed, grabbed her coat & her shoes,
she bundled up tight, and went past the two rooms,
first was the bedroom, the kitchen was next,
then out of the wooden door she crept.
It was cold outside, & the wind bit her nose,
as she trekked along in the winter snow.
Nothing seemed so peculiar on Mudblin street,
everything quiet and peaceful to say the least.
"My parents are silly," Minka laughed out loud,
"the world is quite wonderful out and about!
There's snow on the ground!", she shouted with glee,
and threw a small handful down the dark street.
Vooosh! went the snowball, & Splat!, you could hear,
Minka saw snow drip down from his ear.
A man in a navy blue button down coat,
looked down at her, his eyes awfully cold.
"What were you doing? Why are you out late?"
Minka stared at the man, and the gun at his waist.
"..I was only out playing, some fun in the snow.
I'm so sorry sir, I'll go right on straight home."
The man raised a brow, as he looked down to her,
and he noticed the star, covered mostly by hair.
Quietly he knelt and lowered his voice,
"You're to come with me, and you have no choice."
The girl followed closely behind the tall man,
she couldn't imagine just what she had done.
"I'm sorry sir, I just should have known",
but the man just kept walking, cold as stone.
The turned at the corner, & the man gripped her arm,
she squirmed for a moment, and felt awfully alarmed.
"Where are you taking me, what have I done?"
The man just kept walking, and she followed stunned.
Then footsteps behind them, and a woman's shout,
"Minka, oh Minka! Oh God they found out!".
She turned, and to much her surprise she could see,
her mother and father falling down on their knees.
"Traitors!", the man growled, "There's Jews over here!"
"Minka run," her mom cried, "Get away! Disappear!
You can't let them find you, they'll take you away.
Just hide and be careful. We'll be back soon. Just pray."
Minka scrambled and ran as fast as she could,
down an alley in darkness, she pulled at the wood.
Of the back wooden door that led into her house,
she had nowhere to go, to escape from the shouts.
Her parents were taken in a large black car,
that drove fast away, speeding fast and far.
Minka quietly closed the door tightly shut,
and whimpered softly, "What have I done?"
She had to be quiet, they'd look for her here,
thinking fast she crawled into a closet near.
Stuffing herself behind brooms in a row,
she hoped that the tips of her gown wouldn't show.
Now what do we do, when we find we're afraid?
We take comfort in things that make smiles on our face.
And this is what Minka had started to do,
for she knew that the footsteps would grow closer soon.
The girl closed her eyes, and she hummed a tune,
that her father had sang to her to soothe,
and to help her to sleep when she lay in her bed,
"Rest your eyes sweet girl," was what he said.
Now Minka began slowly drifting far-far away,
as the men in blue coats tore in to the place.
But anger and hatred would not find it's way here,
to this small little heart resting quiet and sincere…..
...The next moment she awoke in a bed full of leaves,
on the ground of a forest, thick with tall trees.
It was not winter here, but a lovely fall night,
and the smell of outdoors was such a delight.
"Is this Lublin?" she wondered, as she got to her feet,
"for it looks just quite like it, only silent, at peace."
For the first time that evening, a smile reached her face,
as she walked in a circle, making sure she was safe.
When nothing approached her, no men in blue coats,
she decided to wander, to see where she'd go.
"How did I end up from a closet to here?"
she asked as she traveled onward without fear.
Then a brown stick on the ground caught her eye,
and she knelt very carefully and picked it up by its side.
A beautiful pattern lay deep in its wood,
a good walking stick it would make, it would!
Minka grasped the round handle at the top of it firm,
for this stick and it's height, looked just made for her.
Just the right size, and just the right shape,
off the girl went, without missing a pace.
However how perfect this stick may have been,
there was something quite odd that happened when
the girl started walking with it grasped in her hand,
for it hissed rather loudly, and started to dance.
Then slowly the wood it would bend and would crawl,
around Minka's arm like a spring or a coil.
She stood rather still as the handle turned straight,
and then she could see rather clearly a face.
The eyes of a snake, which had turned bitterly red,
were staring at her where the wood should have been.
"Oh my God," Minka shouted, "I didn't know!
Oh please mister snake, please let me go!"
"Hisssssssss!" went the snake, as he crawled round her neck,
"Thiiissss will teach you a lessssson you won't forget!
Why are you in thissss part of our home?"
"I only got lost," Minka said, "And I'm out here alone."
"Losst?", the snake said, as it's tail brushed her cheek,
and around her arm he went, falling down to her feet.
"Losst in Augussstowssska Foresssst you know,
the biggessst in Poland, and you've nowhere to go!"
Suddenly as if by magic the snake stopped,
and it formed back to wood, while it cracked and it popped.
Minka kneeled down, touched it timidly now,
but it did not move, and did not make a sound.
"Hmmm," Minka wondered as she set it upright,
and continued to stare with widened eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt you," and the head moved,
"I'll take you to sssomeone who'll know what to do."
Minka slowly grasped the top of the stick,
or the snake she couldn't quite decide which.
"Okay, lead the way," Minka quietly said,
the snake looked to the left, "North we sshall head!"
So onward they went, and they traveled quite far,
through bushes and trees, with thick buds and bark.
The colors they span from bright red, to dark green,
Minka had only imagined coming here in her dreams.
They came to a clearing, so long and so wide,
Minka's heart skipped a beat as she looked to the skies.
Everything was so beautiful under the moon,
and the stars made everything wonderful too.
"I never imagined there were so many there,"
said Minka as she sat down to stare,
setting the stick of the snake by her side,
she didn't quite care when it moved from the light.
The snake slithered off in the tall blades of grass,
and he traveled a ways, till it all became flat.
"There'ssss a little girl here, ssshe's not from around,"
said he to the man on the ground laying down.
To his face the man held an old telescope lens,
which was attached to a pipe that started to bend,
as it went out a ways, and then curved up again,
a crazy old thing, but to this man a friend.
An eye peered from the top of the glass,
tilted over and forward, and into the grass.
"Ah my, it's the snake!" the Astronomer cried,
"A girl you say lost, a girl on this side?"
"In thisss part of the woodss!" the snake exclaimed.
"I too wass ssurprised, and sshe wass asshamed.
Sshe's terribly frightened, and needs ssome help,
ssso I sssent her to you. Causse I know you quite well."
The astronomer nodded, and he put down his scope,
and slowly stood up, and began to poke,
through the tall and thick grass that blocked his way,
between himself and the girl who was yards away.
"Oh," Minka said, when the old man grew near,
"I'd never have thought that you would be here."
"Good evening, young miss," the Astronomer smiled,
"My good friend the snake says you’re lost in this wild."
It was when he said this, Minka looked in her lap,
and just right then came the snake crawling back.
Not a word did he say, but he coiled up quite good,
and there in a second, again lay the wood.
"My my, this is strange, such a odd little place,"
Minka said as she wiped a cold grass blade away.
She stood up quite slowly, and wiped off her gown,
"Were you looking at all of the stars all around?"
"Dear girl, that's my passion, it's all that I do!",
the Astronomer smiled, then grasped her hand too.
"Come with me, and I'll show you, it's brilliant, you'll find,
there's more to these twinkling lights in the skies."
So Minka she walked by this older mans side,
a cheery good fellow, with a twinkle in his eye.
A bright white smile, and a dimpling chin,
no hair on his head, and not at all thin.
"Amazing," she said, as she followed him through,
the thick bunches of grasses till he slowed his move.
Then they suddenly stopped, and he pointed up high,
"Look up my dear girl, look up to the sky!"
So Minka looked up to the towering ceiling,
and this sent her poor little mind just reeling,
for no sooner did her eyes gaze up to the stars,
then did these things seem to slowly be moving apart.
Now the Astronomer held Minka's hand with his own,
and watched her eyes widen as his stars did their show.
"What is your name?" The astronomer asked,
"It's Minka Adamski," Minka said with a gasp.
"Well Minka, I'd like you to meet some of my friends,
There a little timid at first, kind of shy, it depends."
The astronomer clapped his hands to the sky,
"Come down all, meet Minka, come, fly!"
Who would have guessed that the stars didn't stay,
where they should've been placed in the sky anyway.
Instead they all began to move down,
like big blotches of twinkling blue, dancing 'round.
There were first pretty ladies, with long flowing hair,
and a man with a sparkling belt, and a bear.
Then a ram, a crab, swan, dragon, lion too,
and so many things Minka didn't know what to do.
She saw things that had two heads, wings and tails,
there were giant kings and their wives with veils.
"These all are the things you see deep in the sky,"
the Astronomer smiled as they settled close by.
"Come friends, I need you! We both need your help.
Young Minka here is lost, and needs a way out.
Can you help me to guide her through these forests thick?
Arcas, I'm sure that you'll be the fix."
And it was then that the bright glowing bear stepped up,
towards Minka and the Astronomer behind the grass tuffs.
"Minka, Arcas will carry you safe,
climb aboard his back, and he'll lead the way."
It was then she stared quietly, puzzled with this,
at the bear who sat down right in front of her quick.
Slowly she placed a hand to his coat,
and found that he was as solid as oak.
Then slowly Minka helped herself on to,
the bear that was oddly so starry and blue.
"Okay I'm ready," she said quietly.
And all creatures moved, like a giant sea.
Their travels continued as far north could go,
onward they trekked, through forest they roamed.
Arcas held his head high, as if proud,
he was carrying such a small girl all around.
Onward they went, through the darkness of night
and Minka lay sleeping on Arcas, up high.
Until early one morning she awoke the light,
shining so brightly, oh what a sight!
"What?" Minka said, as she looked to her guide,
who was silently resting right by her side.
They both lay against the tall trunk of a tree,
"Where could all of the others be?"
"They left," said a voice with a hiss
"Mister snake!" Minka picked him up with this.
"They're not here anymore, they've returned to the sskiess,"
said the snake opening his wide red eyes.
"But why?" she asked, as she slowly stood up,
sat the stick on the ground, feeling quite out of luck.
"They're no longer needed," the Astronomer said,
as he slowly woke up, and patted her head.
"I'm afraid this is where you'll go on your own,"
said the Astronomer pointing in front of her nose.
"Head towards that village you see over there.
The first little building, there's a young woman there."
"She'll patch up your knee," the Astronomer looked down,
at the girls poor leg, where it was cut up and brown.
"Then she'll help you find your way through the town,
look for the Inventor, he's the smartest around."
Minka nodded, and looked to the stick in her hand,
"Mister snake, will you stay with me for I'm really quite scared."
"Well of coursssse," said the Snake, "It's my duty indeed,
to sssseee that you get back home ssssafely."
Quietly Minka began her short journey to,
the small building which she reached in a minute or two.
"Is this it?" she asked to her companion the snake,
"This is the building," he said with a shake.
She quietly knocked on the door with the stick,
"Ow, you do know that gives me a headache!"
said the snake, as the door came open quite fast,
"Ah! Finally, you're here at last!"
There at the door was somewhat of a sight,
a bubbly young lady, with bright yellow tights.
She wore a coat like a doctor would wear,
except it was a shade of bright yellow, like her hair.
Everything in fact in this office was bright,
the chairs, the tables, even the lights.
After having had traveled up under the stars,
all of this yellow was going a bit far.
So Minka sat down and closed her eyes,
and the silly young doctor took this by surprise,
"You must be quite terribly ill, little miss -
a small little girl sitting right down like this!
But don't worry I'll fix it! There's nothing I can't!
This should be quite easy, just give me a chance."
The snake rolled his eyes, as the doctor went down,
a hallway and called all her instruments around.
Then bobbing and springing, and wiggling too,
came every instrument a doctor would use.
Heart-listeners, ear-checkers (and nose checkers too),
blood-stoppers, knee-boppers, and medical glue.
There was everything possibly imaginable out,
even some shots in the back looking stout.
Quite suddenly they all began humming a tune,
that the doctor quickly took notice to.
"I can fix everything and anything at that!
I'm the doctor of Biala Podlaska infact!
Come to me I'll fix your
knee, shoulder, elbow, forehead too!
Arm, belly-button, nose, it's true!"
The doctor sang this odd little song,
and the instruments too, were all dancing along.
When Minka opened her eyes, she noticed quick,
that the instruments were all as alive as the stick.
"I'm the best doctor there is around,
and people come for anything in this town!
Is it your under-arm, temple, eyeballs, ears?
Mouth, tongue, tonsils? Hmmm, lets see here.."
So as the young doctor was dancing around,
singing her song, and making a sound.
Minka pointed down to her sore little knee,
which of course the goofy doctor didn't see.
Nose itch? Throat hurt? Bee sting, back burnt?
...Give me a second more, I've almost got it..."
As soon as she said this, her hand went down
on Minka’s right knee, which caused her to frown.
The doctor looked down in quite a shock
and all the instruments quickly fell down with a plop!
"Oh me, I didn't see this here on your leg.
You got quite a scratch right there, pretty bad."
The doctor looked over, to her room quite a mess,
where the instruments had all fallen down fast.
This looked nothing like her home with her mom,
Minka thought as the doctor reached for the gauze.
"The blood stopper!," the doctor smiled happily,
as she wrapped it around Minka's torn up knee.
"Oh thank you," she smiled as she watched amazed
as the gauze tied itself in a knot on her leg.
Her knee felt quite better, and she was relieved,
now she could continue her journey to see,
"The Inventor," she looked to the doctor just then,
"How would I be able to get to him?"
The doctor laughed as she wiped off her hands,
"You've got the Inventor to visit in your plans?"
Minka nodded as she stood up out of the chair,
who winked at her, when she turned to the door.
"Yes, yes I do," said Minka quite brave,
"I heard from a friend, that he'll keep me safe."
"Well I'm heading that way," she said with a smile,
"How about you and your friend follow me for a while?"
Minka nodded and smiled, "You'd be great company."
So they all headed out of the office, a group of three.
Minka blinked her eyes when she walked out the door,
for it wasn't nearly as bright anymore.
Then off they went, down the street,
Minka walking close, the snake at her feet.
They rounded a corner, and continued on down,
till the road it forked, and the Doctor said with a frown,
"I'm afraid we part ways, my dear little girl.
I'm going right, and you to the left still."
They continued walking, they were silent then,
but despite how quiet it all must have been,
there were several small ticks, every second or two,
and something felt like it was hitting Minka's shoe.
So she turned around slowly, and was surprised to find,
a small army of shots all in short lines.
"Oh goodness," Minka shouted, quite suddenly scared,
"I didn't know you all were behind me there."
"She's sick with the flu!" "The measles!" "The mumps!"
"Chickenpox!" "Sore throat!" "She's got a cough!"
The small little group of them all gathered round,
shouting at her loudly, yet she didn't see mouths.
"I'm not sick, I promise! I'm perfectly fine!"
Minka stammered as she backed up from the line.
"You misunderstood me, I'm just lost you see.
Oh please little shots, just please let me be!"
But the shots they continued to work their way forth,
the snake started hissing, but they didn't break course.
"You're sick, you need healing!" One of them said,
"You can't walk around not protected! That’s bad!"
Minka looked down to the snake, who looked up to her too,
"Oh mister snake, oh what do we do?"
"Jussssst hold on a minute!" the snake hissed real loud,
"Jussst give her a moment, ssstop trying to crowd!"
The shots did not seem to hear their complaints,
and Minka thought quite surely she'd faint,
if they got any closer to her legs and her toes,
she could smell the medicine coming up to her nose.
They got so close that she let out a scream,
and the snake wiggled out of her hands and hissed at the team,
"Get away, or I'll make sssure the Inventor findsss out!"
and with that the syringes stopped bouncing about.
"That'sss better," he hissed, as he turned back to wood,
and the syringes all suddenly behaved like they should.
In an instant they all had fell flat on their sides,
with a tiny ka-chink! they let them pass by.
"Oh dear snake, I was worried there for a long time.
that they'd get me and prick me, when I was quite fine!"
The snake hissed at her as they continued their way,
"Little girl, do not worry. They're no harm, I sssay."
So onward they went, without word for a bit,
on an old dirt road, this was becoming a trip.
"Okay look ahead, ssee that house on the right?",
said the snake as he directed his eyes.
Minka looked up, and she saw the old thing,
a dusty old dirty shack it would seem.
"Yes, what about it?" she looked down to the snake.
"There'ss where he isss, he livesss by that lake."
The snake hissed and he nodded his head,
Minka thought it would be different instead.
Perhaps it was cleaner, more white, not all gray,
the sight of it made her want to stay out in the day.
"He lives here?" she questioned, quite curiously.
"Oh child don't be nervousss, it's not what it sseemss.
He's lived here his whole life, it's older than him,
and that's why there's no white you can see in the trim."
The snake sounded confident to say the least,
so Minka went to the door with slow moving feet.
She paused for a moment, and then quietly knocked,
on the large metal knocker that lay by the lock.
Then she took a few paces back from the door,
thinking quietly just what she was in for.
However the young girl was in for quite a surprise,
when the door had sprung open and he appeared in her eyes.
A little old man, with a bushy white face,
two elderly eyes, behind shades that were gray.
With a little cane that held himself up,
and a crooked old smile, that made him look smug.
And this cheeky and cheery little old man
stood as tall as the little girls shoulder had went.
Then when she looked closer to her surprise,
where his brain should have been, a machine was inside.
It churned and it clicked, it popped and it buzzed,
enclosed in glass, a sight that it was!
But he laughed as if he were all quite there,
all except for perhaps his small lack of hair.
"Oh my my," said the man with the funny head,
"Just look what misfortune has brought me instead,
not a creature from the forests deep outside,
but a small little girl with two curious eyes."
"May we come inside, I have questions to ask,"
Minka said quickly, letting not another minute pass.
"Hmmm," said the Inventor scratching his chin,
"Well I guess there'd be no harm letting you in."
As the girl walked inside she looked at the place,
machines, toys and gadgets seemed to take all the space.
"These are all my machines, all of these I design,"
he said to her as she stared at it all wide eyed.
He adjusted his specks on his round little nose,
took a silent breath in as he shut of a hose,
that lead to a valve, which led to a pipe,
inside of one of the machines he designed.
"What does that do?" she asked pointing up to a switch,
that was a part of the thing he had just messed with.
"This is, my dear girl, one of my favorite things.
A shoemaker," said the inventor, with a smile lingering.
"A chevchick*?" Minka said as she watched it close,
and the Inventor decided he had something to show.
So he threw a box of things all inside,
and the machine started to grumble and mumble in time.
* Szewczyk is pronouced "chevchick" in Polish, and the
translation means "Little Shoemaker".
Minka watched as the things were smooshed a little,
then tossed and turned all around in the middle,
then all at once on an assembly belt,
came well designed shoes that was made out of felt.
"I suppose these two things, must be your shoes,"
he took them quite slowly to the ground as they moved.
"Adok I do believe we're being put down!"
"Yes," cried the other shoe, "Straight to the ground!"
And once both shoes hit the floor with a thomp,
they both bounced around going "flip-flop, flip-flop."
" Haha! This is fun Albin, don't you agree?!"
"Why yes of course Adok! It is fun as can be!"
"Now wait a second, hold on! I didn't make these!"
The Inventor cried out, very displeased.
"Chevchick, oh Chevchick, just what did you do?
You made two very polite little shoes."
"And what, were we supposed to make grumpy ones then?"
Asked the middle of the machine, hopping out towards him.
"No no, you weren’t to make these alive at all!"
said the Inventor watching the two have a ball.
"Well," Minka interrupted the two quietly,
"I don't mind these two, they seem just fine to me."
The Inventor looked down to the shoes lifting a brow.
"Are you sure? I mean they are yours any how."
"Yes, yes!" Cried the one called Albin with glee,
"Yip yip!" shouted Adok, "Yip yip yip yipeee!
She's going to keep us Albin, didn't you hear?"
"Yes, yes of course! She's quite a dear!"
Minka smiled at the shoes who danced 'round her feet,
and again it was funny, she was really quite pleased.
"Can I wear them?" she looked to the Inventor with a smile,
"I'm sure they would let you, if they'd calm down a while!”
Quickly the two little friends settled down,
and they waited for Minka’s feet to come 'round.
Finally she stepped into each, which fit snug,
and she tightened the laces, and gave each a tug.
"They fit great!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down.
"Ow!" shouted Adok, and then Albin, "OW OW!"
"Oh sorry," Minka settled back down on the ground,
"I'll have to get used to you two being around."
"Okay little Minka, I'm afraid we must go.
For outside I have something that will help you, I know!"
The Inventor pointed to a large wooden door,
and Minka could have sworn she had seen it before.
So outside they walked, out on to the lawn
The Inventor pointed his hand towards what made the dawn,
Except now it made dusk, in a bright orange ball,
Sinking slowly down until there was nothing at all.
“Oh dear,” he said, looking down at the girl,
Who huddled quite close, as if suddenly chilled.
“It’s grown suddenly dark, Mister Inventor sir’
Can we go back inside?” Minka asked, quite unsure.
“No no, I’m afraid this is where you’re to be,”
The Inventor replied quite matter-of-factly,
“And this will be the hardest part of your journey yet,
For the Artist is where you still have to get.”
“How far?” Minka wondered, “will I have to go?”
“Just right down this shoreline, it’s not far, I know.”
The Inventor said nodding as he pulled from his coat,
A small little flashlight that he gave to her slow.
“So take this and use it, to get you there safe.
It shines very brightly so you’ll get to the place.
The house of the artist, just a few paces down.
Have Adok and Albin guide you around..”
The Inventor then gave her a small little hug,
A pat on the head, and the flashlight a tug.
And then suddenly, brightly, a small light came on,
And Minka looked slowly out onto the lawn.
“Thank you kind Inventor,” Minka said with a smile,
As she slowly crept forward out into the wild.
A little child’s nightmare, alone in the dark,
At least, Minka thought, I don’t have to go far..
The trip seemed like forever, out in the dark
The tall towering trees, and the wind hit her hard.
But slowly and carefully Minka trekked on,
Till she started up steps, and off of the lawn.
"This is the house! The Artist lives here!
This is where you have to go my dear!"
Adok and Albin both jumped up and down,
and bounced all around her on the ground.
"She lives here, the lady who'll help me get home?"
Minka got all excited, and rushed towards the door.
The shoes they followed her clomping behind,
and Minka knocked quickly, wasting no time.
When the door finally opened, Minka stared in shock,
for the woman was a lot older than she thought.
She had a small smile, and a small pudgy face,
and wore a blue summer dress that went tight at her waist.
"You must be the little girl the stars talk about.
They keep talking at night, they won't cut it out!"
She laughed rather gently, and swooshed them in,
and then shut the door, greeting her new friends.
"You must be the Artist, who lives by the lake."
Minka said with a curtsy, holding the snake.
"And you must be Minka, so everyone says,"
the Artist smiled as she nodded her head.
"Yes, that's me, and I need your help."
said Minka as she sat down, helping herself.
And with that Minka told her about her parents and home,
and the Artist listened quietly and she listened close.
"All I want, Miss Artist, is to see them again.
I miss them so terribly, oh you don't understand."
Minka sighed rather loudly, as she sat in her chair,
and she looked to the Artist who looked back with a stare.
"Hmmm." she said thinking, looking to her desk,
that sat across from them, quite a mess.
"I have an idea," she said with a snap,
"I get can get you back home. I can do just that."
"Oh really?!" Minka smiled and clapped happily,
"Mister Snake did you hear?! Going home, don't you see?"
And the snake hissed lightly into her ear,
"I'm very happy for you my dear."
"Yay!" shouted Adok, "We're going home!"
"Hooray!" chimed in Albin, "We're going to go!"
So Minka stood up as the Artist did too,
and she went to her desk, and began to dig through.
"Now what does it look like? Your house I do mean.
The colors, the shape, the size, everything."
She pulled out her paints and got her brushed out soon,
and then sat on the floor and opened all of it too.
Then Minka began to tell her about,
all the things she loved in her house.
The trees in the garden, the plants and the grass,
the tea cups and plates, and her fathers lap.
She told about the window that she always looked through,
and the small little stove, and the bookshelf too.
She talked about her mother cleaning everywhere,
and her father making shoes, and all her kittens hair.
After talking a while, she finally stopped,
and she looked down to the ground, and the Artist had plopped,
a last dot of paint to what she had made,
it looked like her house on the floor of the place.
If you looked at this picture she had painted then,
it looked like the view outside of the closet where she hid.
There was the kitchen, the table and stove
the bookshelf, the brooms, and even the window.
"It's my house," Minka whispered looking down happily,
"It's my house Mister snake! Oh don't you see?"
"Yesss, it's quite lovely," the snake did reply,
and looked from the top of her head, wide eyed.
"Now all you have to do, to get back to your home.
Is to concentrate really hard, and count backwards from four.
Then give a good jump, into this painting you see.
And then back with your family is where you will be."
The Artist seemed sure as she told Minka this,
and Minka could hardly believe that was it.
She closed her eyes and looked ready to go,
before the Artist said, "And Minka, you should know."
"Yes," said Minka as she looked down again.
"The snake can't come with you, he has to stay here."
Minka watched as the snake slowly came in to view.
"Oh mister snake, I'm going to miss you!"
The snake wrapped around her, and held her quite tight,
for as much of a hug as a snake could give right.
Then she slowly put him down on the ground,
and patted his head, as she turned around.
"The shoes can come with me. Can't they?" she asked.
"I'm afraid we can't let magical things pass."
The Artist said, and Minka looked with a frown,
to her two little friends sitting down on the on the ground.
"Well I'll miss you Adok, and Albin," she said,
as she patted both of the two on the head.
And then she stood up, and looked down at the ground,
"But I'm ready to go back to my own town."
So she closed her eyes, and held them quite tight,
four, three, two, one, she counted it right.
Then she took a jump into the air,
and into darkness she went without care...
..."Minka Adamski, where did you go?"
Minka opened her eyes, and then itched her nose.
She heard from the closet, a familiar shout,
"Tata*!", she cried and prepared to jump out.
* Tata is Polish for Father or Dad.
Her mother and father both opened the door,
and stared down at their daughter who sat on the floor.
Covered in dirt from her head to her toes,
what she was up to, they wouldn't have known.
Her knee was bandaged all around,
there were sticks in her hair, and dirt on her brow.
And Misses Adamski held her nose for a bit,
"You smell like lake-water, just where have you been?!"
And Minka told them about what she had done,
the places she'd gone, and all of the fun.
Her parents had told her they never had left,
they never were captured, and were only in bed.
This puzzled the littlest Adamski a lot,
when she had believed, and her parents did not.
But she continued to dream about all of her friends,
and hoped that someday she could visit again.
That very same night, when she had came home,
her father gave her a new pair of shoes he had done.
And Minka was really quite happy to say,
it was exactly the shoes the Chevchick had made.
Wouldn't you know it was shortly thereafter,
that the men in blue coats got struck with disaster.
They packed up their coats and took all their guns,
and left new men in coats, just friendlier ones.
Then Minka was able to go back outside,
and play with her friends in the snow for a while.
And her father and mother would watch her go play,
cleaning and making shoes everyday.
One day when Minka was going to bed,
her father took her quietly outside instead.
She sat in his lap, and looked to the skies,
"Look at all of the stars," he said wide eyed.
It wasn't surprising when Minka looked,
and started to remember the adventure she took.
And it wasn't too long, till a star caught her glance,
and Arcas waved down his big paw and a dance.
Minka kept this a secret when she went to bed,
and pulled those soft covers up over her head.
She had saw for herself what was outside the door,
and so there was no need to wonder anymore...